| On the ground he lays
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| His lifeblood drains from him
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| The battle has been fought
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| And the fighting now stopped
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| He scans the battlefield
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| Oh the bloodshed he can see
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| So many that have died
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| And so few who survived
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| His brother’s men at arms
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| Who he’s known since he was a lad
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| Lie silent by his side no longer alive
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| Lying by a tree
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| Is a broken shattered man
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| Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand
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| But in his heart
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| He does not hate this man
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| He fought for a case
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| He could not understand
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| His brother’s men at arms
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| Who he’s known since he was a lad
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| Lie silent by his side no longer alive
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| A thousand years have passed
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| And mankind has stayed the same
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| They fight against each other for political gain
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| A politic state rule — the government tool
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| People live in fear under madman rule
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| His brother’s men at arms
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| Who’ve been with him since he was a lad
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| Will fight by his side for the right to survive
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| A thousand years more
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| And the world may not exist
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| The cause will be greed and an iron fist
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| The spirits will rejoice
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| Mankind will not be missed
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| It’s up to you
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| It cannot come to this
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| His brother’s men at arms
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| Who’ve been with him since he was a lad
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| Will fight by his side for the right to survive |